A/N-Hello everyone! Here I am with my next chapter and *checks watch* yep, it's still Saturday! That means I'm still within the timeline I gave myself! Sorry, I know it didn't come out as soon as I would have liked, but it's out now, and I really hope you all like it!

Disclaimer-I do not own Lab Rats

~Where I Was~

After Chase stormed out of the kitchen I went back to texting Caitlin. Soon Adam came up from the lab and made his way over to the couch, sitting down right on top of Leo.

"Hey!" shouted Leo, "What gives? I'm right here!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, Mr. Tineymiclittlestein," Adam chuckled to himself as he slid off Leo and onto the far leg of the couch. Leo glared at him.

Normally, Bree would have joined in with her brother Adam in his relentless teasing of their step-brother. Today, however, she felt like sticking up for little Leo.

"Hey!" Snapped Bree, putting down her phone. "Would you give it a rest already? Is there a single person in this family that doesn't ever miss an opportunity to make Leo sound like an unimportant little weakling?"

"Thanks Bree, your words in my defense are very comforting," said Leo sarcastically. "You can be quiet now."

"I'm just trying to make a point!" exclaimed Bree, getting angrier by the second.

"I'm sorry Leo, do you hear something?" asked Adam in a voice of false confusion.

"Adam, I'm right here!" shouted Bree. "And don't pretend you can't hear me because I know you can!"

"You know, I can definitely hear some kind of noise nearby, but I can't really put my finger on it," said Adam, winking at Leo.

"Ugg!" cried Bree, extremely annoyed.

"Don't even try," said Eddy, appearing on the kitchen screen. "I gave up communicating to them in a civilized way years ago. Now I just grunt at them whenever I want something done."

"Well, that's actually not half a bad idea," mused Bree.

"I'm sorry, did someone say something?"

"Eddy!" Bree threw her cereal bowl at the screen.

Eddy quickly disappeared from the milk-covered screen, and reappeared on a fresh, clean screen, right behind Bree.

"Hello!" he shouted.

Bree jumped, then glared at the icon.

"Hey, don't blame me princess. I just follow the heard."

"Yeah, right," muttered Bree.

"No, honest! I mean, it's not my fault everyone around here thinks you're totally useless."

"EDDY!"

"Hey, clam your horses Tasha. I didn't say she was as useless as Leo. And you can't blame me for the fact Daddy Davenport never spends as much time with her as he does with the boys. She's not really the top-of-the-heap around here."

"What heap?" asked Adam stupidly.

"The family heap, dumbo! Man, some people."

"Eddy! Leave us alone!" snapped Tasha.

"Fine, fine! I'll go check out the lab. See ya later losers!" Eddy's screen went black.

"Don't listen to him, honey," said Tasha, putting her hand on Bree's shoulder.

Bree quickly shook it off. Tasha looked surprised, and little hurt.

"Look, thanks for trying to comfort me," Bree said, trying to compensate for her rude action. She hadn't meant to make Tasha feel unwanted. "I just, really need to be alone right now." Tasha nodded in understanding, and Bree quickly left the table.

She walked down to the far end of one of the halls. She opened up a small, unused closet, and slipped inside.

Bree looked around the room. It was small and dark, and had a dirty smell. There was nothing in it except a light blue blanket bunched up in the corner.

Bree crawled over to the corner and hunched up in a ball, pulling the blanket around her.

"Why doesn't anyone ever pay attention to me?" Bree asked herself. "Why doesn't Mr. Davenport want to spend as much time with me as he does with the boys? Why doesn't my family listen to me? Oh my gosh, I can't believe Eddy was right!"

"Why does Eddy have to be right!" Bree shouted to the wall. Of course, she got no reply.

"Ugg, I hate felling like this."

Bree wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her head in the nest of her arms, bawling her eyes out.

She hated feeling those feelings; just an uncomfortable flow of emotions that cut her to the core and sent her into a crying fit.

She had spent many a day in this little closet. All alone. Just trying to figure things out.

Bree had always wondered why she was plagued with these fits. She felt she did kind of have a perfect life. Her father was a billionaire, she lived in this gigantic house, and had super-human powers that allowed her to go on life-saving missions and help people.

Bree's life was literally the definition of perfect. It was ungrateful to want anything more, right? To wish your family would pay more attention to you?

Hadn't they done enough?

Bree could never understand what she was crying about, what she was so upset about, why she even came to this little closet. She just felt all these sad and hurt feelings bottled up inside of her, and she had to let them out. She didn't know anywhere else to go, and she felt comforted by this little room. It was so small and easily overlooked; ignored by the rest of the family.

The room would comfort Bree when even she couldn't completely understand what she needed comforting about. And it never asked questions. It just listened to her; like a wall should. Like a family should.

But today Bree knew what she was crying about.

It was all deep inside her.

Every tear that rolled down her cheek had a reason; A reason for being thought, a reason for being formed, and a reason for rolling down her cheek onto her lap.

But it didn't seem to Bree like she had a reason.

What was the point of even existing if no one ever listened to you? If you had no way to leave a mark of your own on this world because no one would pay attention to your thoughts, and ideas?

Bree shivered as she thought about how awful it would be to die and have no one remember you at all.

At least now it wasn't as bad as it had been before.

Bree felt another icy chill run down her spine as she thought about what it had been like 'before.'

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"Well I don't care what you think! It's my life, not yours and you are not the boss of me!"

"Fine! You know what? Fine! You can go live your life however you want! I don't give a damn!"

"Fine! I will!"

"Yeah, go live your life with a new man in your bed each week! Get drunk and act like a total idiot! But you know what? You'll be back. Because you won't be able to survive without someone to clean up your messes and pay for your mistakes!"

"Clean up my messes? Pay for my mistakes? You're the one who's making all the mistakes around here! Who does your laundry? Me! Who cleans the house? Me! Who takes care of you and your drunk friends after you've had a late night out around the town, while I stuck here at home with your child, like good housewife? Me!"

"Oh, please, you've never done a lick of housework in your entire life! You're the furthest thing in the world from a good housewife! And it's not my child!"

"Yes she is!"

"No, she's not. I refuse to consider her as such. I will not be tied down by an annoying family and bratty kid! I dismember her from my life and from this point on have never heard of the girl!"

"That's it! We're out of here!"

"Fine! Go! And good riddance!"

Daddy slammed his hand down on the kitchen table, forcefully knocking off an empty beer bottle which fell to the ground and shattered.

"Come on, we're leaving," said Mommy, bending down and forcefully grabbing my wrist.

"But why? Mommy-"

"Don't argue you little brat!" Shrieked Mommy. "Come with me this instant!"

Mommy yanked me up from the ground, where I had been cowering in a little ball while she and Daddy had fought. She dragged me to the door.

"But wait!" I needed to get my things, to pack, to say good-bye to Daddy! But Mommy didn't seem to hear me and just kept pulling me to the door.

"Mommy let me go! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go!"

Mommy just grabbed my wrist tighter and pulled me harder.

"Mommy please! Stop! You're hurting me!"

No one was listening. I didn't want to go. This was home. This had always been home! And what about Daddy? What would he do without us?

I tried wrench my wrist out of my mommy's grasp. I wanted to run back to Daddy and give him a hug before we left. I had the feeling I would never see him again.

But Mommy was too strong, and I couldn't break free. She yanked me out of the door and started dragging me down the driveway.

As a final attempt, I twisted my head around and shouted back up to the house.

"Daddy! Bye-bye Daddy! I love you!"

My cry was met by the front door slamming and the sound of glass smashing.

I turned my face forward and began walking on my own. With tears in my eyes, and sadness in my heart, because I knew that my Daddy had not heard me. He would never hear me again. He and I would be separated forever.

So I walked, slowly and quietly. I walked away from the only life I had ever known. I walked away from the man who helped bring me into this world. I walked into Mommy's car. I walked into a new neighborhood. I walked into a new house. I walked into a world of yelling, drunkness, and alcohol. I walked into a family that had a new man figure each week. I walked into a household without someone who was willing to do the dishes, or cook dinner, or clean in any way.

My mommy had walked into a world of freedom. A fun life. She had walked into a life filled with drinks, guys, and no responsibilities. A perfectly beautiful way of living.

I had walked into a box. A miserable existence. An existence filled with loneliness, sorrow, and sadness. A perfectly miserable way of living.

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Bree shuddered as she wrenched herself out of these terrible memories.

For Bree knew they were memories.

She knew these were things that had happened to her before.

She had seen them replay themselves over and over again in her nightmares.

And now, just recently, they had worked their way back into her mind in the form of 'memories.'

They were vivid reflections of the terrors that had haunted her in her sleeping hours.

She had seen them all happen; her mother and father yelling; her father getting drunk; her mother having new 'friends' over whenever her father was out; everybody ignoring her.

For the first few years of her life, Bree had literally not existed. She might have been alive, and breathing, but does that even count? Is anyone ever truly alive by simply being able to extract the oxygen from the air around us? Is that the only necessity to be classified as alive? What about talking? And stating our opinions, and being heard? What about affection, and admiration, but most of all attention? Even if it's just the bullies at school who only listen to you to make fun of what you say. Or haters who carefully concentrate on ever single sound coming out of your mouth so that they can twist and mold them later to create what they wanted you to say.

Bree would have been fine will any of that. She didn't care who listened to her as long as somebody listened.

But she knew it was selfish of her to think like this.

Douglas had taken her away from a horrible existence, then Mr. Davenport had taken her away again and given her a beautiful life. Then Leo had come along and Bree's very definition of 'life' changed altogether.

She had food. She had love. She had a nice roof over her head. And good cloths around her body. And two-now three-amazing brothers, who could be annoying and loving all at once.

"It's so horrible to think of them like this, isn't it?" wondered Bree. "I'm always complaining about my family. To their faces and to myself. They might not be perfect, but what family is? I love them so much even if they do never listen to me. At least they care about me. Unlike my old family did. Unloved my birth mom and dad, Tasha and Davenport would care if I went missing and would care if I got sick, or needed help. They would be there and so would my brothers. I love them all and I wish I could tell them that better."

Then Bree put her head down in her lap and began to cry a new ocean.

But this time it was because she could never seem to express her feelings. Because even though she loved her family so much, she never told them that. Because no one would ever listen to her or take her seriously.

Bree couldn't believe how she could be so invisible, and so ungrateful at the same time.

A/N-Well hello again! I hoped you all liked this chapter! Anyone want to guess what the next one's going to be about? Shouldn't be to hard...Oops! Have I given too much away? O_O Anyway, what did you think of the chapter? Or my take on Bree's past? Good? Bad? Onions? Tell me in the reviews! Pretty please?

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